Like a labyrinthine maze
my heart
Yet in that torturous puzzle
her
eyes and smile
like some insubstantial wraiths spawned in hungry recollection
haunt me
and bid me follow
Helpless against their spell
I traverse once empty passages
and
find her always
(just ahead)
Here, a fragment of her touch
there a tiny trace of her scent
now
a scrap of her embrace
a subtle current bringing the feel of her hair against my face
Each little part beckons me
"Come."
And feeling at once her wonderfully tantalizing presence
and her
achingly present absence
I search
anxiously
(hoping against hope she awakens
to find my footprints
amidst the
memories of her dreams)
